The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ink was already black when I woke, not the dry, dusty black of old parchment, but a wet, viscous dark that smelled of iron and rotting lilies. I lay in my bed in the manor house, the heavy wool blanket tangled around my legs, and watched the stain spread from the ceiling corner. It did not drip. It oozed, thick and deliberate, tracing a path down the plaster like a vein of oil in slate. My...

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